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Squirrel, What is a Friend

It was a green semi-dry oak leaf, last and youngest of the family. She did not want to fall as she stared at the heinous wind on a cold night in late fall Maybe it was best to jump down, since it’s been long after her family bade farewell. “Oh loneliness!” she mused, “you’re unbearable” “I can not breath, nor can I smell” Pretty soon, a squirreled showed up hungry but,gleeful. “Oh God! why do you look so scared?” he asked in all his mischievous curiosity She replied,”I’m an orphan,lonely and snared.” “Wind is treacherous and life is no fun any more.” “No! don’t say that li’l leaflet.” “You are so fresh,but rookie,” said the squirrel, “You’ll have many friends in rest of your life” “What is a friend?” asked the leaf while her desire to learn was rife “A friend is a warm hand, clutching your hand in depth of the storm… A friend is the one who cried once your heart writhed in pain,” said the squirrel The tiny leaf smiled as her tears dried “So, do you feel my agony in my heart now?” “I truly do!” replied the squirrel Just then a gust pulled and drifted the leaf away The squirrel shed tears as repined while she yelled “Do not cry, squirrel!” “Now, at least I have a friend behind”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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